You struggled to hold back your giggle as you watched your boyfriend enter the room. Regulus’s usually immaculate uniform clung to his skin, and his shoes suctioned to the floor with every step. His glare burned through the green goo that dripped down his face, straight into your soul.
You couldn’t help but laugh.
“You,” he deadpanned. “You did this on purpose.” He crossed his soggy arms and snarled his lip. You leaned back with laughter.
“I-I didn’t do a-anything!” you gasped through your laughs. “Babe—"
the black brothers: one too soft, the other too hardened.
regulus is nine when he first hears sirius fighting with their parents, railing against their tyranny and prejudice and cruelty. the shouting and smashing frighten him, chase him deep under his covers where he cries silent steady tears until sirius slips into his room hours later and coaxes regulus out of his cocoon, whispering soothing loving words of comfort and fierce apology.
regulus is eleven when he enters hogwarts, excited and wide-eyed at the enthusiastic crush of fellow students laughing and reuniting. after his mother warns him of mudbloods and father reminds him, toujours pur, sirius wrestles him into a headlock, dragging him into a compartment where there are three joking boys–gryffindors–who embrace and welcome regulus into their midst. when regulus sorts slytherin, he glances over at the sea of red and gold, but sirius looks away disappointed, mouth grim, eyes closed, to the beat of regulus’s sinking heart.
regulus is sixteen when he joins the death eaters, swears allegiance to a charismatic lord and band of idealistic brothers. they speak of purity, of justice, of oppression–all familiar cadences to pureblood son regulus–eliminating blood traitors and rewarding the worthy. he is swept up in visions of glory and familial pride, approving mothers and fathers and brothers.
regulus is eighteen when he stands on the edge of a precipice, hands shaking as he drinks and drinks and drinks, kreacher trembling by his side. there are regrets, so many regrets, and as he takes his last gasp, the horcrux safely stowed away, he can almost glimpse sirius smiling tenderly at him from a distant far-off shore, arms wide open and pride shining in his glance.
the black brothers: one too soft, the other too hardened. regulus and sirius, death eater and marauder, slytherin and gryffindor, blood faithful and blood traitor, weak and strong, strong and weak, soft and hard, hard and soft.
You struggled to hold back your giggle as you watched your boyfriend enter the room. Regulus’s usually immaculate uniform clung to his skin, and his shoes suctioned to the floor with every step. His glare burned through the green goo that dripped down his face, straight into your soul.
You couldn’t help but laugh.
“You,” he deadpanned. “You did this on purpose.” He crossed his soggy arms and snarled his lip. You leaned back with laughter.
“I-I didn’t do a-anything!” you gasped through your laughs. “Babe—"
@quidditchleaguenet august challenge: quidditch players - slytherin team
“He played Seeker,” said Harry.
“What?” said Hermione vaguely; she was still immersed in Voldemort’s press clippings.
“He’s sitting in the middle of the front row, that’s where the Seeker … never mind,” said Harry, realizing that nobody was listening.
You struggled to hold back your giggle as you watched your boyfriend enter the room. Regulus’s usually immaculate uniform clung to his skin, and his shoes suctioned to the floor with every step. His glare burned through the green goo that dripped down his face, straight into your soul.
You couldn’t help but laugh.
“You,” he deadpanned. “You did this on purpose.” He crossed his soggy arms and snarled his lip. You leaned back with laughter.
“I-I didn’t do a-anything!” you gasped through your laughs. “Babe—"
“You were in on it!” Regulus accused. There was a ghost of a smirk on his lips.
He wasn’t wrong. Sirius had come to you several days prior, asking for an easy way into the Slytherin common room in exchange for fair warning about their prank. You agreed. Sirius wasn’t a bad guy, but Regulus warned you about his antics. You simply saw this as self-protection.
You just didn’t expect the victim of the mischief to be Regulus himself.
Regulus took another few steps forward. “Why so silent now, Y/N?” he interrogated. “Is that guilt sinking in?” You could hear the sarcasm lacing his voice. He wasn’t mad, not as mad as he originally seemed to be. No, something else was lurking behind those dark eyes.
“Nothing. Just, taking this,” you gestured to his slimy form, “all in.” You chuckled again. “Not a good look on you, darling. I mean, green really is your color, but—”
“I’m going to get you back for this. You, my brother, James, all of you.” You raised an eyebrow and stepped towards him, leaving very little space between you.
“Oh, is that a threat?” you taunted with a smirk. “You aren’t very threatening when you’re covered in goo, love.” Regulus reached forward towards your cheek, but you leaned out of his way. “Oh, no. You aren’t sharing—”
Before you could react, Regulus engulfed you in a gelatinous hug, making you squeal. He roared with laughter as he smeared the questionable green substance all over your school robes. You squirmed and attempted to slither from his torturous grasp, but it was all in vain.
Regulus pressed his gooey face to yours, popping a kiss onto your cheek. You shrieked and giggled, before finally giving in.
“You’re lucky I love you,” you muttered to him as he finally relinquished you.
Regulus huffed a laugh. “Have you learned anything from this?” You nodded as you flicked goo from your hands.
“Yes, to never end up on your bad side, and to never trust your brother.”
being the lady, who lives in the castle, has a large library and a cellar with lots of bottles of wine, reads books, while sitting in the cosy chair, always wears lace dresses, settles vintage parties and mysteriously smiles at strangers
You leaned over Remus’s shoulder, your fingers gently curling around the loose folds of his sweater. He placed a lightly scarred hand over yours, his eyes never leaving his book. He was hell-bent on absorbing everything on that page, or so you assumed. He had been hovering over the tattered literature for over three hours. Your eyes strained from just watching him.
“Love, are you going to give your eyes a rest? The exam isn’t for another week. Do you really need to spend this much time reading this damn book?” You gently kissed his neck and smoothed your hands down his upper arms. “We will study together tomorrow after classes.” You pressed a feathered kiss onto his ear.
Remus let out a long sigh and finally lifted his gaze. “This is our last year, Y/N. If we don’t pass these exams, I don’t know what will happen.” You rolled your eyes and leaned back a little, leaving your hands on his shoulders.
